thalorien

King Thalorien of Valimar Tolkienverse original character by #reth mv. ms. mdni.

He’s carrying the bird inside, setting it down on the table as he inspects its broken wing with gentle fingers. “There there, little bird. I will have you fixed.”

The elven king’s ears twitch slightly, his gaze soft as he crouched and carefully gathered the injured bird into his hands.

“Hello, strider.” He spoke quietly, gaze falling away.

He is…staring-

“..yes.” Growing suspicious

“Uh, yes.” He blinks, his ears twitching nervously.

“…greetings.” He looks concerned. He doesn’t know where this hobbit came from.

./. Rattling the bars of my cage ./. Give me sls

Staring quietly.

He is..existing.

He lays amongst the grass blades, the gentle breeze blowing through as the elvenking’s nose scrunched.

All this talk of love is..frankly, making me sick. I am going to retreat to Valimar with my books

Silent judgment from the elven king..

The king looks..less than pleased, brows furrowed as he stares at the horizon.

He didn’t mean to stare, that’s all she need concern herself with. It won’t happen again.

“Yes, well, elven architecture is always mesmerizing to those who don’t see it often.” The king’s hands have clasped behind his back as he continues to observe daemon, dark orbs glinting with a strange curiousity. “Are you hungry? I will have the kitchens prepare you a meal.”

The elvenking blinks slowly, before looking away as he focuses on the horizon. Doesn’t matter. He’s going to pretend he wasn’t staring.

The elvenking shushes him quietly, humming a lullaby most parents in Valimar would sing to their children in times of distress. “I know, Legolas. I know.” His voice is gentle, like silk brushing skin, rocking them slowly to try and offer solace through the tears.